It was midday. The crowd filled the streets, coming and going, dispersing or conglomerating, circulating or standing still, pouring down the entrances to the métro like a river of bitumen, assaulting the buses like a cloud of locusts; a crowd trading on each other’s toes, digging its elbows into each other’s ribs, spitting into each … More Des Foules
…[He aquí que veréis en mis versos princesas, reyes, cosas imperiales, visiones de países lejanos o imposibles: ¡qué queréis!, yo detesto la vida y el tiempo en que me tocó nacer; y a un presidente de República no podré saludarle en el idioma en que te cantaría a ti, ¡oh Halagabal! de cuya corte -oro, … More Prosas profanas
I had never read Queneau, but Les derniers jours fell into my hands in English. It is very amusing, and I can see that it could be moreso in French. Here, the character goes to a salon: They were impressionist poets or symbolist painters; they had known friends of Paul Verlaine; they still remembered tubercular … More Raymond Queneau
(Siento que se aglomeran mis deseos como el pueblo a las puertas de una boda.) El río allá es un niño y aquí un hombre que negras hojas junta en un remanso. Todo el mundo le llama por su nombre y le pasa la mano como a un perro manso. ¿En qué estación han de … More Un paisaje hecho poema
Donde las altas ruedas con silencio se mueven, y a gemir no se atreven las verdes sonorosas alamedas, por no hacer ruïdo al Betis, que entre juncias va dormido; sobre un peñasco roto, al tronco recostado de un fresno levantado, que escogió entre los árboles del soto porque su sombra es flores, su dulce fruto … More Luis de Góngora: Canción
It is still the weekend, so we must sing; this is El Cascabel, a famous son jarocho. Songs like this are sung especially at Candlemas in Tlacotalpan, Veracruz, on the river Papaloapan. I would like to go there. This travel writer says Tlacotalpan is “where Mexico is perfect,” and recommends we stay in the Posada … More Son de Madera
There were elections today in Mexico, and they were to be watched, although I went to a picnic. First, we will have yet one more footnote on American culture and Reeducation. * I am not normally cynical but I have something cynical to say. Typical, correct statement, possibly learned on television: Person X must be … More Election Day
We went to Lafayette, to a benefit for the Gulf Restoration Network, and saw D. L. Menard. We went in through the front door, so as to pay the cover charge, which was the point. To get there, we burned fossil fuels; that is why we had to leave dedans la porte en arrière. You, … More Gulf Restoration with D. L. Menard
What shall we be when we grow up? * This is a kaleidoscopic post. It was a narrative post, but now it is kaleidoscopic. * People have been trying to convince me I am insane for decades. * In Reeducation, we were taught that there was a choice between being happy and being right. If … More Des fragments de Z
Back home in Mexico, the Atenco protestors have been released after four years, by Supreme Court decree, Gott sei Dank. Three minor politicians were ambushed in Oaxaca, with two being killed and one malherido; elections are Sunday. Over here, these autodidacts on my Facebook page are elaborating a grand theory of the universe without enough … More Mr. Casaubon, and Some Autodidacts
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